(Two)(Kids)
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Two kids met on the worst week of the worst
year of their lives. She said “I’ve been burned by
other guys …over and over no matter what I try.”
He said, “How about this for a timeline? 1985 I was
born …and 2005 was the year my heart died.” And he
gave up, just a living room creature content with
safe drugs. And she gave up, just a living room creature
content reading about her friends in love. That first
drink, strong and slick…and the first time he told her
everything…about his cheating heart and the way
he broke his back holding up his fake face. And he
told her about Marlboro reds in the passenger seat
of his old SUV… how he’d sit there hoping to cough
up a vital organ just to see something important at
work. She told him everything …about the baseball
bat her old man kept in the trunk …how he’d look
for a rumble whenever he’d get drunk. And how she
was on the wrong end of long nights in her town. She
left, found the city…never turned around. Hours pass
with the feet of a runner …just two kids trapped in
two lonely summers.
Pieces add to pieces and lovers become lovers.
